I want to go HOME

So on Monday Ryan was starting to have an asthma attack. I gave him his meds at home, his inhaler and abutoral through the nebulizer. After trying that to get his breathing under control only to find out that it didn't work. So off to the emergency room we when at about 3:30pm. While we were waiting in the waiting room they brought him an oxygen tank and started him a breathing treatment. For those of you who may not know a breathing treatment is abutoral, a normal treatment usually takes about 15 min. Well the ER treatments have abutoral and another med and they double the dose so it takes about 30 Min's to finish. So I am sitting in the waiting room with and oxygen tank and Ry on my lap doing the treatment. They said that he was wheezing and really tight they were not going to make him wait for the treatment. We were called back in about 20 Min's. Which made me feel kind of bad because I was called before other people that were there before me. We saw the Dr. really fast she listen to him looked at me and said you are staying. About 2 hours later we had our own room.

Ryan really wanted to just go home. I had to keep telling him once he gets better we can go home. On Wednesday morning he woke up and said I feel like I am going to puke. I grab the great pink buckets they have he turned his head the opposite way and up everything came. So not only could he not breath, he was losing fluids from both ends quicker than he could drink them. A new thing I found out was when you are breathing so fast the fluids you drink vaporize before your body can absorb them. So Ryan really didn't have a chance so that night they put an IV in to give him fluids. Lucky enough that really helped him and by Thursday at 4pm they let us go home. Ryan was napping while they paperwork was being filled out for us to leave that he didn't know. So when we were ready to walk out of there I woke him up and told him we were going HOME. All he could do was cry. I asked him why he was crying and all he could say was "I'm going HOME." I felt so bad for him the whole time we were in the hospital I don't think I could count how many times he asked to go home.